"Well you ought to be," laughed Polly. "Just see what you are gettin'."
"I've got to chase myself back to the house. You're ridin' night herd to-night, ain't you?" she added.
"Yes. I'm on the cocktail to-night. I am goin' to bunk down here. I'll be up to the house at sunup, and we can go over to Florence together."
"I'll have breakfast ready for you. Rope my pony for me, will you?"
Bud was smiling and happy again. All of his troubles were forgotten. "All right!" he cried, as he started to mount.
"Say, you're awful forgetful, aren't you?" asked Polly demurely.
Bud looked about him slightly bewildered. Then he realized his oversight. He ran to Polly's and tried to kiss her, but she motioned him aside, saying: "Too late—you lose."
"But I didn't know," stammered Bud.
"Next time you'll know. On your way," airily commanded the girl.
Bud's face darkened. "Oh, well, good-by."